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Here is one of my entries for HelplessChime contest. If you have free time I encourage you to try it

The contest: www.deviantart.com/helplesschi…

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“Enough with the toes, start licking between them. There’s plenty of toejam for you to eat” Taylor Swift commanded. Your tongue cried at the thought of having to lick between her sweaty toes, but your stomach rumbled in protest, “C’mon fatso, if I don’t feel any liking in the next 10 seconds I’m gonna go for a walk, and you are going to be under my sole. Besides, that toejam is the only thing you are going to eat today. Well, and tomorrow, and the next day haha!” she laughed before spreading her toes “Now LICK” she boomed, sending shivers down your spine as you lowered your head between her toes. If the smell was rancid before, now it was truly atrocious.

The taste of the dirt between her toes annihilated your taste buds as you gagged on reflex, but you had to force yourself to keep going in fear of what retaliation Taylor could come with if you disobeyed again. The first time you tried to escape she had stomped on you until you were fused to her sole, and as a preventive measure, she had chained you to her toe ring. Now the tight collar around your neck reminded you that you wouldn’t be escaping anytime soon, so your only option now was to fulfill every single task she ordered and hope she would release you soon. “That’s right bug, keep going. I want my feet spotless” you kept dragging your tongue across the stinky crevice, the raw stench combined with the dry sweat and the dirt resulting in such a powerful stink your vision blurred, and the taste was so revolting your eyes watered as your cried miserably. “Quit crying slave, I’m trying to write a new song and I need to focus” Taylor ordered, playfully clenching your head with her toes.

After 30 minutes of non-stop licking, you laid over her foot exhausted. Gravity dropped you when she lifted her foot to evaluate your work “Nicely done slave, maybe you’re not so useless after all” she complimented rather happy while you choked, hanging in the air while grabbing the collar that was strangling you “Now, get to the next foot, chop chop” she ordered, resting her foot on the ground again. You braced for the task ahead, knowing that if you failed her mood would swing quickly.

Description
Here is one of my entries for HelplessChime contest. If you have free time I encourage you to try it

The contest: www.deviantart.com/helplesschi…

Caption text below

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“Enough with the toes, start licking between them. There’s plenty of toejam for you to eat” Taylor Swift commanded. Your tongue cried at the thought of having to lick between her sweaty toes, but your stomach rumbled in protest, “C’mon fatso, if I don’t feel any liking in the next 10 seconds I’m gonna go for a walk, and you are going to be under my sole. Besides, that toejam is the only thing you are going to eat today. Well, and tomorrow, and the next day haha!” she laughed before spreading her toes “Now LICK” she boomed, sending shivers down your spine as you lowered your head between her toes. If the smell was rancid before, now it was truly atrocious.

The taste of the dirt between her toes annihilated your taste buds as you gagged on reflex, but you had to force yourself to keep going in fear of what retaliation Taylor could come with if you disobeyed again. The first time you tried to escape she had stomped on you until you were fused to her sole, and as a preventive measure, she had chained you to her toe ring. Now the tight collar around your neck reminded you that you wouldn’t be escaping anytime soon, so your only option now was to fulfill every single task she ordered and hope she would release you soon. “That’s right bug, keep going. I want my feet spotless” you kept dragging your tongue across the stinky crevice, the raw stench combined with the dry sweat and the dirt resulting in such a powerful stink your vision blurred, and the taste was so revolting your eyes watered as your cried miserably. “Quit crying slave, I’m trying to write a new song and I need to focus” Taylor ordered, playfully clenching your head with her toes.

After 30 minutes of non-stop licking, you laid over her foot exhausted. Gravity dropped you when she lifted her foot to evaluate your work “Nicely done slave, maybe you’re not so useless after all” she complimented rather happy while you choked, hanging in the air while grabbing the collar that was strangling you “Now, get to the next foot, chop chop” she ordered, resting her foot on the ground again. You braced for the task ahead, knowing that if you failed her mood would swing quickly.